I know a place where when you
brush your foot across the sand
the sand moans sadly
as if weeping
sometimes
a woman appears there, dressed in black, with eyes
emptied of tears
wind carries her across the sand like
the shadow of a cloud
there was a death camp there, during the war
End of the poem
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